Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2020 19:16:47 +0100
From: schweineland@gmail.com
Subject: Matthew and Peter 08 (scat)

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I forgot to mention that you should only be reading the set of
Matthew-and-Peter-stories if you like   scat and scatplay. The
protagonists of these chapters are looking for this everywhere and also
have no inhibition involving a horse into their becoming of sexual age.
Have fun reading this ;-)


Matthew and Peter 08

- game of dyces -

The boys had little opportunity to talk to each other after their
excursion into the forest.
As was to be expected, Peter's mother declared them as nowhere
presentable and they were ordered into the shower. Everything had to
happen very quickly as Matthew mother would come to pick up her son in a
few minutes.
As they were cleaned and climbed down the stairs, their mothers sat
together and had a relaxed conversation about raising boys.
Their two 'breeding objects' approached them somewhat embarrassed - one
of them in the far too wide clothes of Peter.

- 'take your pick,' joked Peter's mother, 'if you want, you can have them
both...'
- The offer is very tempting, but I'll choose the more handy one...'
Matthew mother thanked them again for the uncomplicated help in the
emergency and moved away with her son.

After Matthew and his mother left Peter had to listen to a little sermon
about not pulling his guests through every mud hole while playing and
what kind of impression this would make on Matthew mother...

After what Matthews mother heard from her son, he thought it was anything
but bad lying in mud holes.
He told her enthusiastically about the things he had experienced with
Peter - but he thought up a deer, butterflies and a few rabbit burrows to
fill the story for his mother.
Of course he did not leave out the tree house either and with shining
eyes he described their plan to have a sleepover at a warmer time of the
year.

Both boys worked through their real experiences alone without their
mothers in moments of hard manual labor - and there was a lot of these
during the next two days.

They saw each other again on Tuesday. Their classes startet at the same
time and Matthew was already waiting for Peter. When he saw him coming,
he put his asscrack on the the barrier like he had done when he had his
ass full the first time. He wanted to see Peters reaction.

- 'hi! Is it time again?' he greeted him excitedly.
- 'No,' Matthew grinned, 'I just like to sit like this:' he was pleased
how easily he could evoke enthusiasm in Peter.
- 'too bad, I can hardly wait ...'
- It's going to take a little longer,' Matthew said and secretly decided
that he would make it take a long time for Peter this time, 'you've got
your stallion until then,' he teased and nudged Peter into the side.
- Listen, I think you are much better,' it came out of Peter.
- I think he's quite big and a bit dangerous,' Matthew said, 'I'm glad
he's behind a fence.
- In the beginning I thought he was huge too - but horses are so big,'
Peter replied, 'but I don't think he would hurt me.
- I found the stallion a bit strange - but also exciting,' Matthew
admitted, 'I would like to be able to shit as often and as thickly as
him...
- 'yes, that would be great,' said Peter, lost in thought, 'but then I
probably wont have the time to do anything else' ... Can't we meet this
afternoon? - I'd love to play with you and your asshole again.
- I'd like that too,' Matthew admitted, 'but I'd like to wait until I
have to take a really great shit again - we can't do that for now.
- Well, okay... that's the way it has to be if I want to see you pushing
a big sausage,' Peter admitted.
Then Matthew said: 'I want to see how long you can hold in. Maybe you are
already as good as me and just don't know it yet...'
- 'I think I've never managed more than five days.
Matthew reached with his hand into his pocket and pulled out two dices.
- What is this?' Peter wanted to know.
- 'we're making a game,' Matthew explained, 'I'm going to roll a number
with both dices - that should be the number of days you are not allowed
to shit...'.
- 'that's mean!' complained Peter, 'and what about you?'
- 'I am not allowed to shit in this period either.
- 'that's unfair - you can do this easily!'
- 'for now,' said Matthew, 'if you manage your time, then you can throw
the dices and see how long I'm still not allowed to go to the toilet from
then on...'.
- 'Ah, okay...
- 'And every day you can do it longer than the set time, multiplies my
number of days!
- What do you mean?
- 'Well, if you have to keep ten days and you manage to do that, then you
may throw dice for my days - let's say you throw dice for eight days'.
- I'd rather like to give you more days, but okay... - and then what?
- 'But you haven't crapped yet, you can keep going longer. If you keep
one day longer after your dice roll, that means double the number of days
for me, two days longer means triple the number of days for me, and so
on...''
After a pause for thought, Peter asks: 'And what if one of us doesn't
make the set time?
- 'yeah,' Matthew pondered, 'If I manage that you are there when I have
to shit earlier than agreed, then you can decide how I have to shit.

- 'Oh!' said Peter interested.
- 'and if I have to go to the bathroom without you being there, then you
can think of something I have to do with you or you want to do with
me...'
- 'That sounds good!' Peter said in a shaky voice - he was already
thinking about all kinds of spoiled thoughts what he could do with
Matthew.
- Of course this also applies vice versa to you!
- 'Um, sure...' - 'and what if I have to shit in the time that is thrown
for you?'
- 'actually nothing - would be nice if I was there. - but...'
- 'but what, but?
- 'If I throw the dice for you, your number of days counts from throwing
the dice, not from the last time you shit.
- 'Oh!
- So the closer you get to the day I can shit, the easier it is for you.
- 'Hmm...' Peter said thoughtfully.
- 'if one of us thinks the other one is cheating, then he hast to be
shown the belly and may finger the butthole!
Peter thought for a while - then he said, 'okay, let's do it!

- All right,' Matthew knelt down and shook the dices. He shook them extra
long and grinned at Peter who stared down spellbound. Then he opened his
hand and the dice rolled over the floor. One of them stopped immediately
- a three!
The other rolled a little bit more and then spun around in circles until
he finally stopped - a four!
- Well, then I'm curious if you can make it through the next seven days,'
Matthew joked.
Peter tried hard not to appear desperate and said, 'I'm curious if also
you can make it that long!
When they parted ways in the schoolyard, they were both pretty excited -
but for slightly different reasons.

In class Peter thought about how to make the deal. After all, it had been
two days since he had to go the last time - he was really afraid that
this round of betting would turn out to his disadvantage.

So he negotiated on their way back together...
- 'tell me, at what point does my interval actually start counting?
- 'You shat on Sunday for the last time,' Matthew replied, 'then the
seventh day is the coming Sunday.
Peter moaned relieved. Then he asked, 'and what if I reach Sunday - that
is, if I win?
- 'then you get to choose how you shit.'
- 'Okay...' that sounded good for Peter.
- Matthew pulled a pocket calendar out of his satchel and drew two
columns with a pencil on a free page which he divided with horizontal
lines. Then he wrote their names at the top of each column. In the next
line, he painted an eight on the left edge of Peter's column and two
vertical lines behind it - one for each of the days already completed.

Then Peter asked: 'Tell me, what do you do when you don't want to shit
for a long time?
- 'You want tips?
- 'come on, I have no experience!'
- 'Okay,' said Matthew, 'if I really don't want to go to the toilet for a
long time I try to eat less...'.
- 'but then I'll starve!'
- You just eat only as much as is on your plate and don't take more. What
your mother puts on your plate is really enough - the more you eat the
more space everything in your stomach needs...''.
- Well, I can give it a try,' Matthew was absolutely right about the
portions Peter's mother gave him...
They came to the place where their ways divided.
- 'do you have time for a meeting this afternoon?' Peter asked.
- I can't today - my mother wants to buy clothes with me: she thinks my
pants are too small,' Matthew pulled a face. He didn't like shopping with
his mother.
- Okay, see you tomorrow morning!'

In the afternoon, Peter was alone in the field.
I was not really a surprise that he ended up at the horse gate - the
enclosure is empty. The stable is closed and a blue Dutch bycicle is
leaning against its wall. He had never seen it there before. In the
stable he hears the snorting and grunting of the horse and an indistinct
voice. What is going on in there?

As he gets closer to the ground, the stable door opens and the boy who
had ridden the stallion the weekend before comes out and leads the horse
on the reins. He ties the animal to an eyelet in the stable wall.
Peter has hidden in the bushes so that the boy cannot discover him. He
sees that the stallion is very excited and tramples excitedly back and
forth while a flaccid erection dangles under his belly.
His cock looks very clean and moist - otherwise he always has some crusts
on it,' Peter thinks.

Meanwhile, the boy has disappeared back into the stable and is diving
back in with a bucket full of red apples which he places in front of the
stallion -- the hors starts eating from it.

The boy takes a wheelbarrow and disappears into the stable again - a
short time later he comes out with the cart full of old straw and horse
manure. His way leads him across the gate to a gate on the other side,
through which he gets to a dung heap which is at the far end of the
property. He tips the cart out and makes another trip from the stable to
the dung heap.

On the way back he drives the cart very close to the place where Peter is
stuck in the bushes - that is where the stallion has his dunghill in the
gate.
The boy places the cart next to the pile of horse apples and takes a
shovel full of fresh poop from above. He carefully empties it onto the
ground. Then he shovels the rest of the mountain into the cart.

Peter can see that the boys hands are dirty and his face is also dirty.
It almost looks as if the boy has smeared himself with horse shit...

The cart is emptied twice more onto the dung heap, then the mountain of
horse shit is completely removed.
The boy comes back with his shovel and carefully puts the fresh apples he
took from the top back to where the mountain was before.
The boy moves the shit so carefully withhis showel that Peter has the
impression that he intentionally wants to put the horse shit as if it was
just shit there.

The boy takes a last look at his work and then goes back to the stable.
He puts down the wheelbarrow and begins to groom the horse. For Peter it
looks like this might take a while and he decides to stroll around for a
while - maybe the boy has disappeared when he is on his way back.

He goes to the creek in the woods and looks at a place where there were a
lot of little crabs and sticklebacks in the water last year to see if
they are already there again. At this place the creek becomes wider and
calmer so that you can see the animals in the shallow water. He has luck!
The sun is shining in the water and at least the crabs are there - they
seem to play catch in the water. Peter plays along - he squats down and
holds a thin branch in the water. The crabs come curiously and hold on to
the branch - if he moves it, they are gone again immediately.

After a while he gets bored playing with the crabs and walks on - maybe
he should show Matthew this place next time...
He steers his steps past the clearing where they had their mischief on
Sunday afternoon and looks again at his poop which still lies on the
coltsfoot leaves like a present.
As he gets closer, he sees that it has become a present for hundreds of
flies that are feasting on his shit - he finds flies disgusting - he
makes his way back.

When he arrives at the gate the stallion is alone and so smoothly groomed
that he shines in the sun. Peter sits down in the grass near the fence
and watches the animal eating. The bucket of apples has disappeared -
instead the animal nibbles hay, which hangs in a trap on the outside wall
of the stable.

After a while he stops eating and looks around - he discovers Peter and
comes over to him snorting in a friendly way.
As the stallion stretches his head over the fence, Peter sees that his
whole nose and around his mouth is smeared brown.
Thats no horseshit...' Peter thinks.

Then the animal snorts at him and he recognizes the smell: The stallion's
nose is smeared with Matthew shit - and the animal has - if you can say
so - bad breath as if it had eaten Matthews sausage.
Peter would not have expected to smell the familiar horny smell from this
direction and is immediately reminded of his experiences in the tree
house.

Without really thinking, he strokes the stallion over his nose, which he
honors with a joyful snort. A short moment later he hears the clapping of
an erect horse-dick under the stallion's belly again.
Only when the stallion takes his head back to trot over to his currently
decimated turd Peter remarks that his hand is smeared completely with a
mixture of nose-slime and Matthews shit.
He almost wiped his hand on his pants - but he doesn't want to risk
another lecture at home because of dirty clothes.
He followed the stallion who is now devotedly doing something with the
remaining horse droppings.
It looks like he is sorting the chunks on the ground. Then Peter realizes
that in the middle of the pile are lying the rather dry remains of
Matthews shit. It is broken in two halves that look like two thick chunks
of horse shit at first sight. But only at first sight!
Peter would never have thought to hit this thing again - 'it's
unbelievable how long you can spread joy with a turd,' it went through
his head when he saw what the stallion was doing.

The animal kept turning the pieces of Matthew shit back and forth with
his nose - what he wanted to do didn't really work, because the pieces
kept falling over when he let go of them.
He used his nose to push his own horse droppings together to form a tight
ring around Matthew shit and then picked up the pieces with his teeth one
after the other to position them with the fracture surface facing up in
the middle of his apples. They were now so tight that Matthew poop stayed
in position as the stallion placed it this time. The surface where the
monster sausage had broken apart, it still had the color as if it had
just come out of Matthew ass - the outside surface was dried up and
almost black.

The stallion had started to smell very intensely on the broken surfaces -
he alternately sniffed at one chunk, then the other. He breathed out very
violently in between, so that the surfaces were moistened by his snot and
the smell seemed to become more intense for him.

Almost meditatively the stallion sniffed Matthew shit first in the middle
and then made a circling movement over his own shit. Peter became almost
dizzy from looking at it - so he looked at the rest of the stallion. A
flaccid erection was dangling under his belly - sometimes it got a little
bigger, sometimes it went limp again. The stallion was standing very
relaxed and had his tail just lifted like he always did when he did
something with his head on the ground. Peter had never seen so much
relaxation and devotion from the stallion at this point of the gate. Then
the tail lifted a bit more and a long lying, hissing fart squeezed out of
the horse's asshole, which was pointed by the tensed sphincter muscle.
Of course, Peter looked there and saw that the moment the fart broke off,
the asshole suddenly pushed itself outwards on a thick bulge.

The stallion raised his head and looked at Peter. He sniffed in the
direction of the boy while under his highly raised tail the bulge was
emblazoned - on top of it the thickly tensed sphincter. He stood like
this for a good minute, then the stallion began to nod his head in the
direction of the boy and grunt softly. His sphincter contracted with
twitches and Peter saw that with each contraction of the sphincter it
thickened further while the bulge underneath it shrank - the tail dropped
again.

He pointed his nostrils back to the 'nest' with Peter's poop and
continued his sniffing meditation. Whenever the smell of Matthis' shit
became too weak for him, he snorted on it again and then pressed his nose
firmly against the broken surfaces - that's exactly what his nose looked
like!

The grease on Peter's hand had dried in the meantime and he could easily
remove it by rubbing his hands.

Then the stallion began to nibble on one of the fragments. He scraped a
few centimeters of shit out of the middle of the broken surface with his
teeth and chewed on it - dark brown colored saliva ran out of his mouth
and dripped on the remains of Matthew poop.
Then he smelled it again in his strange meditation. Peter was fascinated
- he had never seen anything so strange on the stallion before and was
looking forward to telling Matthew about it tomorrow.

The stallion coninued now pressing his nose deep into the nibbled piece
and sniffed at it.
Then his tail lifted again - Peter immediately took a look at the horse's
asshole. The tail did not lift completely.
But as Peter could see the animal in profile, he had a good view of the
asshole that was slowly pushing outwards.

At a leisurely pace, a bulge formed underneath the tail up to the size of
a grapefruit - then the stallion's sphincter muscle tightened and pushed
the bulge back inwards.
This spectacle was repeated about times until the stallion lifted his
head up into the sky with a wrinkled nose and grunted, pinching his
asshole firmly together.

To Peter's disappointment the tail dropped again - the stallion turned
his head with bared teeth and nodded several times in his direction. The
animal had brown smeared teeth. His front teeth were covered in thick
smear of Matthew shit.
He snorted in Peter's direction and it smelled intensely of the
monster-sausage once again - Peter immediately got a hard-on despite or
maybe because of the bizarre situation.

The stallion continued to sniff the shit without changing his position.
Peter had never seen before that he sniffed so persistently at his toilet
without ever having to 'cheat' a shit.

His sniffing became more emphatic and hasty as the horse's tail lifted
again. Almost simultaneously, the animal's sphincter muscle swelled
outwards on a thick bulge - it quickly reached the size of half a
football.
Now it seemed that things were finally getting serious!

The tail stood vertically upward while the stallion tensed his sphincter
muscle again and again, which sat on the arch as a thick swollen ring.
At the same time he continued to sniff at Matthew Scheiße.
The pressure in the horse's intestine seemed to be strong and the arching
became more and more tense and thicker.

At the beginning it was just a thick curve, but it quickly developed into
a bursting, tense bulge of horse asshole skin with the balls of horse
shit pressing against it from inside. Whenever the sphincter muscle
relaxed for a moment, it was instantly pressed open and the bulge pushed
out a little further. But the stallion pinched as hard as he could every
time to keep on grunting and devoting himself to the shit on the ground.

His hind legs made tripping steps forward and he started to balance to
still be able to smell Matthew shit with his nose.
Then the bulge under the sphincter muscle moved outwards with a jerk and
the sphincter muscle stretched despite its tension so far that Peter
could have seen the shit stuck in it if he hadn't the animal standng
sideways.

The stallion grunted loudly and tried to hold back the contents of his
intestine still smelling of Matthews poop.
Thick and bulging, the skin of the bulge tensed to tear the spherical
shit chunks while the gaping ring of his sphincter muscle tightened so
much that he sat on the bulge like a sausage. The pressure from inside
seemed to increase again, so that the asshole skin was stretched reddish
in the places where the shit chunks were visible.

The hind legs of the stallion had come so far forward that they stood
right and left next to the poop lying on the ground. They were so close
to the front legs that it looked as if the stallion would tip over any
moment to the front or back. Before that happened the stallion hastily
put his front legs over the turd and turned with his now very alarmingly
gaping asshole to Peter - in this movement a red apple slipped out of the
opening of the sphincter!

What was that !?

More thick red apples were wedged in the asshole, which was opening wider
and wider under the loud grunting of the stallion!
Before he could really think about it they had forced the asshole to its
maximum width and they crashed to the ground.
They were followed under the groaning of the stallion by a good load of
spherical horse droppings that covered them just as crackling.
At the end - like every time - the stallion's intestines were pushed
outwards, fat and red.

The horse took a few steps forward and walked back to Peter while he
pulled his intestines back up his ass again grunting with a smacking
sound.

The stallion lowered his head to his fresh shit and sniffed it
extensively. It had partly fallen beside the old piles and he started to
pile the single chunks of fresh shit carefully over the old shit so that
Matthew chunks were completely covered by it.
The stallion ate up the red apples that lay underneath everything - then
he went away.

Peter was very excited and at the same time very confused about what he
had seen.

In the evening he wondered for a long time how the apples could have got
into the stallion's ass.
What role did Matthew shit chunks play in all this?

The different ideas and what he had seen in the afternoon led to him
getting a proper hardon which he naturally took care of. While jerking
off he felt with his finger in his asshole for his prostate - and if shit
had already arrived - to his relief he only felt a small, lost piece.

The next morning Matthew was waiting for him with his pocket calendar on
his knees .
- 'Well, how does it go?' he asked with a drawn pencil
- Everything's fine - I felt yesterday that so far nothing had happened
at all,' Peter answered proudly, 'and how is it with you?'
- There is still nothing - guaranteed,' Matthew said confidently and made
a line in his list.
- I should check that...' Peter grinned.
- 'look, do you think that there is already something in there?' Matthew
pulled up his t-shirt and showed him his belly. It was very flat - even
flatter than his chest. At the bottom he was hanging with a limp crease a
bit over his trouser belt.
- Okay, your belly is really empty!' Peter admitted - did you buy the
pants yesterday - I've never seen them on you before?
- Yes, my mother picked them out for me yesterday - they are longer than
my old pants and the waistband is much wider - that's why I also got a
belt. It's cool, isn't it?
He showed Peter once again the leather belt on which galloping horses
were imprinted - the belt was laced in the tightest hole.
- Yes, it looks really great,' Peter admitted a bit envious.
- My mother thinks that I'm starting to grow now, so she doesn't have to
buy new pants for me so often...'.
- 'I think you can keep your pants on but there's another reason why it's
practical, isn't there?
- Yes, but I think so too - I'm curious to see what happens when the
waistband doesn't press on the stomach anymore,' Matthew grinned.
In the meantime they were already pretty close to school.
Peter wants to get rid of his news before class:
- I watched yesterday as the boy whor was riding the horse cleaned out
the stable and made the stalllions turd smaller in the gate - when he was
finished he put your turd on the horse's turd in the gate!
- is not true!' Matthew marveled, 'and then what happened?
- 'I'll tell you on the way home' replied Peter, 'and there's one more
story...'.

Not that the lessons were boring, but Matthew couldn't wait for the end
of this school day.
Apparently his poop has a much longer life outside his body than he
thought - and the idea of what might have happened to it in that time
made him anxiously sliding back and forth in his chair.
A meeting during the break was not possible because Peter and his class
were taken by bus to a distant gym for sports. They did not see each
other again until after class - Peter was already waiting at the school
gate.

- 'and? What happened yesterday?' Matthew was very curious.
Peter told him the story in detail and they both got horny while telling
it. So that nobody could see what was going on in their pants, they had
buried their hands deep in their pockets and moved their hardons as
inconspicuously as possible into another position.

- 'I think the boy and the stallion both had fun with my shit...' Matthew
summarized the story.
- 'yes, definitely! - but I think the boy also did something with the
stallion when he was in the stable with him - he had his hands and face
smeared with horse shit,' ... 'from a distance it looked like this at
least...'
- 'But what do you think they did?'
- I don't know - maybe he jerked the stallion off or played around with
his butt hole.
- 'but the stud would have kicked him!'
- Are you sure about that?

Both walked silently side by side for a while - you could almost hear the
gears grinding in their heads.
Then Peter asked: 'I want to know how the apples got into the horse's ass
undigested...'.
- Maybe he accidentally swallowed them when he ate them from the bucket.
- I don't think so. I've never seen the stallion swallow anything. He
always chews everything up to unconsciousness.
- If not like that, the boy must have stuck the apples up his ass,'
Matthew concluded.

What an outrageous thought - but probably the only logical explanation.

When they parted ways, Peter wondered if he could also put an apple in
Matthew butt - it would fit, anyway...

In the days until the weekend there was no chance for a meeting. The
weather had become rainy and cold - not the best conditions for walking
through the fields or loitering around fences.
There were less than two weeks left until the Easter vacations and both
had to sit on their butts to study for exams that were to be written
before the Easter vacations.

When Peter woke up on Friday morning he felt that his rectum was no
longer empty. It wasn't the concrete pressure from the inside against the
sphincter, just as he felt that his rectum was no longer empty. Even
though he was sure that he had everything well under control, he was
afraid that something might go wrong.
Matthew had sports in the first few hours - since the gym was in a
different part of town they didn't have the same way to school.
So Peter decided to ride his bike to school. It was already pretty
rickety, but he thought that nothing would happen with the saddle
pressing against his asshole.

He reached the classroom without any problems and spent the hours before
the big break quite carefree.
During the break he met Matthew again. As they were standing next to each
other and had just finished their lunch, Peter suddenly noticed how his
bowels tightened. A feeling as if his rectum was about to burst gripped
him and he turned pale. Matthew looked at him worried.
- 'What's wrong, are you not feeling well?'
- 'oh man, I think I have to go to the toilet!' Peter stood in front of
his friend with his cheeks pressed together.
- 'But that's annoying, so early before the appointment and still at
school,' Matthew said dreamily.'
- 'Why?'
- 'I am allowed to make a wish - and I wish that you shit your pants...'
- 'What?!' Peter didn't think he heard this properly.
- 'This is the deal - we are together, you have to shit and I'm allowed
to wish the way you have to do it.'
- 'This can't be true!' Peter pressed his ass cheeks even tighter,
stunned. Then he noticed that the pressure let up and he relaxed again,
'well, I'm sorry - at the moment it's not going to happen yet!'
The bell signaled the end of the break.
- 'Well, get through the class - I'll wait for you at the school gate
later.'

The rest of the school lessons Peter had to think all the time how he
could manage to keep in till Sunday. That was still two days!
Normally he would have run to the toilet with that urge to shit, but
Matthews wish had unsettled him so much that he succeeded in a feat he
had never tried before.

During the lessons he felt several times how the pressure built up in his
intestines, but he managed to fart inconspicuously. The feeling became
less bad from time to time, but towards the end of the lesson his farts
began to smell threateningly. There were some complaints, but he could
not be identified as the cause.

Matthew was also with his bike today - they cycled their way together.
- 'tell me, did you really mean that I should shit my pants in the
schoolyard?'
- 'Of course I did! - maybe next time I'll think of something else.'
- 'That's damn mean!'
- 'You have to admit that it worked well - or did you shit?'
- 'You're right, but I'm afraid I won't be able to make it until Monday.'
- 'well, for homework i'll give you the tip to sit on your ass and if it
gets bad you can embezzle a leg - that works pretty good for me when it
gets more serious'.
- 'okay...' Peter did not sound very convinced.

Their paths parted so that Matthew didn't notice how Peter's rectum
filled up painfully again. He pressed his rear sight firmly onto the
saddle and managed to let out a long, grumbling fart - the pressure
disappeared.
To be on the safe side, he munched around on his lunch instead of getting
really fed as usual.
He explained to his astonished mother that one of his classmates had a
cake with him and that he was already full because of it - she didn't
look like she would believe him...

During homework he listened restlessly to the sounds coming from his
stomach. Behind his belly button there was a regular bubbling and it felt
as if something unshapely wanted to move itself but didn't really move
forward. Then the feeling shifted deeper into his belly and he pressed
his butt on the seat until he could fart.

As time went by he took these feelings less anxiously - apparently it was
all just gas and for all the inconvenience it was pretty easy to fart if
he just sat down long enough.
He also found that the pressure was less when he opened his waistband and
stuck out his stomach - so he got through his homework well.
It was raining outside - no weather to go out. He lay on his stomach on
the floor of his room and continued to read the adventure book he had
started a few days ago. The story was quite exciting, so he forgot
everything else. Only after a few hours did he realize that he had farted
all the time without having to torture himself much - actually he hadn't
even noticed. Also the pressure in his ass had disappeared. Apparently
his 'trick' was the prone position.

At dinner he behaved reserved - always a bit afraid that the urge might
come back and he might not make it. But nothing like that happened.
When he was getting ready for bed he looked at himself in the bathroom
mirror - his belly was a bit thicker than usual but if he wanted he could
stick it out much thicker - then he looked almost like Matthew when he
was close to poop. He was satisfied with himself - now he only had to get
through until sunday. When he was in bed and could be sure that he would
be undisturbed, he bent his legs and felt in his butthole with one
finger. There was a hard sausage in his rectum - but there was still
plenty of room around it. He felt with his finger over the texture of the
sausage while jerking off with his other hand - imagining how it would
continue to grow until Sunday...

He must have farted all night - when he woke up on Saturday morning it
smelled infernal under his blanket. He had breakfast as usual as if there
was no agreement between him and Matthew.
Rain had been announced for the whole weekend - he went to his room and
started to do the math exercises the teacher had given them. Math was not
Peter's thing and he had to concentrate hard to get everything in a row.
From time to time he farted - but ihe managed this without any problems.

After lunch he was tired and lay down over his bed. He had slept for
maybe an hour, when he was awakened by a strong feeling of pressure on
his bladder. He quickly went to the bathroom to pee.
Strangely enough, only a few drops came out - the feeling of having to
pee enormously did not diminish - on the contrary, the pressure
increased. There he stood with his dick in his hand and wondered. He was
expecting to pee in a mad rush at any moment, but apart from this ever
increasing pressure, nothing was happening. In his belly it bubbled and
the pressure on the bladder became stronger - now he had the feeling that
he had to cum any moment - where the strong tickle inb the root of hin
dick came from he could not say. His dick suddenly swelled to a hardon in
his hand and love drops ran out without him doing anything. As
astonishing as the situation was for him, as horny was also.
Without thinking much he started to jerk off. The tickling in the tail
root increased enormously and the juice flowed with every time the
pressure increased in long threads from his glans. It had never been that
great before. His orgasm came fast - the sperm clapped in fat splashes on
the high-folded toilet lid. Then a fat fart squeezed out of his asshole.
Slow and hissing, the unmistakable stench of Peter's shit filled the
room.
Then everything had disappeared - no more feeling of pressure, no more
urge to piss - as if nothing had ever happened.

Thoughtfully he cleaned the toilet and went back to his room. He was now
wide awake and lay down again with his adventure book.
It was so exciting that he almost forgot dinner if his mother hadn't
called him.

He only started to eat as always -- only after a few sandwiches he
remembered that he had to keep a promise. He was a bit scared, but since
nothing had wanted to come out of his ass all day, tomorrow's Sunday
seemed to be within reach without any problems.
Shortly after dinner the phone rang. Matthew was on the line...

- 'well, still everything in your belly?' he wanted to know
- 'Of course!' boasted Peter, 'Everything is under control here...
- 'Can I come to your place tomorrow to play?'
- 'Yeah sure, we may play Monopoly together.'
- '...and maybe something else,' Matthew said with a heavy heart.
- 'Yes, maybe...' Peter replied mysteriously - 'I have dices...'

They arranged to meet for the afternoon.

Peter drifted into his book again until he got tired. When he was getting
ready for bed he could pee as usual - only when he pinched of at the end
he had the intense stimulus on his prostate again. What was going on
there?

He squatted down and carefully pushed a finger through his asshole. The
shit he had felt right at the hole last night was no longer there. He
just felt his prostate, which was hard and swollen. With his touch, juice
ran out of his dick and he bacame a hardon. He pushed his finger as deep
into his rectum as he could - he felt a hard ball of shit behind his
prostate. It had to be pretty big - if he normally felt for his shit it
always felt like the tip of a sausage and there was always enough space
to move his finger along the sides of his load.
What he felt there now had a really hard surface. One side was stuck to
the prostate. Now it was clear to Peter where his experience of the
afternoon came from. His turd was so thick that it pressed on the
prostate from the inside - so much so that it made him horny.
The idea of what was forming in his bowel made him even hornier. His
biggest turd so far had been as thick as a cola can. At that time he did
not hold in intentionally as long as possible - he had noticed nothing of
it until he had to shit. What was stuck mow in his rectum pushing at the
prostate had to be much thicker! Matthew would be amazed tomorrow...

In his head the thoughts circulated and he couldn't help but jerk off
again - with his finger in his ass he massaged his prostate and
alternately felt over the lump of shit deep in his intestine. When he
came to orgasm he almost lost his balance.
The finger out of his ass tasted slightly sweet when he licked it - there
was some dark brown shit stuck under his fingernail - it smelled hot!

Sunday morning came. Peter had just been woken up by his mother so he
could show up in time for breakfast.
He had had wild dreams that night about his and Matthews asshole and that
they had shit all over the place - in the dream he had squeezed out a
much fatter turd than Matthew - it was twice as thick as Matthews as it
crawled out of his ass. At the same time he had felt his asshole stretch
further and further and had seen from behind how the big sausage came
out. Still dazed by these thoughts he went to pee. There was a dry spot
in the front of his pyjama bottoms - the dream had not only been great
but also wet...

His pis stream dried up and he squeezed again - at that moment a fat fart
rattled out of his sphincter and suddenly he had the feeling that someone
was pressing him as hard as he could on the prostate. At that moment love
drops were running out of his dick which immediately swelled up as hard
as a rock. Another shock wave on his prostate - his hardon almost burst
as hard as it was. Peter didn't know how to help himself but than to jerk
off (not that he had to overcome himself for that...)
He quickly reached orgasm, supported by the pressure of his shit column
on the prostate. He jerked off just as violently as yesterday afternoon.
Then he calmed down a bit. Behind his belly button it squeezed and
bubbled loudly - the feeling quickly shifted deeper - a large amount of
gas rattled out of his sphincter. The stench was intense, but made him
horny again immediately - if his mother hadn't called him from below at
that moment - he would have jerked off again.

A little late and not really properly prepared he appeared at the
breakfast table.
- 'well, do we have some starting problems today?...' joked his father.
- 'yes, somehow,' Peter grinned embarrassed....

In the morning Peter helped his father in the garden. The work was fun
and he was distracted from his other thoughts. Soon there was lunch and
then Matthew would come to play.
Peter picked out the Monopoly - they had both played it before and had a
lot of fun with it - he knew it could be a long afternoon. Peter was
quite proud of himself - if he had known that it was so easy to keep his
poop in, he would have tried it much earlier. He imagined how it would be
if he wouldn't poop for several weeks...

Then the doorbell rang and a short time later Matthew came into his room.

- 'Hi, how are you?'
- 'Everything's fine with me!
- 'still don't have to shit?' Matthew asked somewhat incredulous.
- 'No, I'm quite astonished myself,' Peter replied, 'it's easier than I
thought...'
- 'but I would like to check that,'
- 'Sure, if I can check you out too...'
- 'Well, let's play a game of Monopoly first,' Matthew distracted - he
had heard Peter's mother on the stairs.
She came in with a plate of cake and chocolate.
- Hello boys, I've brought you something if you're hungry - we'll be off
for a walk for some time. Surely you get along on your own?'
- Of course - we have the exciting game,' the boys replied almost with
one voice.

As they still heard Peter's parents in the house they started the game.
It quickly became so exciting that they hardly recognized Peter's parents
leaving. They stayed with their game until Matthew got hungry and tried
some cake.
- Hey, it's delicious' - 'do you want some?' he asked Peter.
There was no need for a second question.
They were both chewing on their cake when Matthew asked, 'Are you ready
for a check?'
- Sure!' replied Peter, 'right now or do we want to finish eating first?
- 'You're pretty cool, though,'
- 'Why?' Peter acted innocently.
- 'You told me that you have never kept your shit in for long - and now
you are stuffing yourself with cake as if nothing was wrong...'
- 'I don't know why, but right now I don't have to poop.'
- 'I think you crapped in between.
- 'But I didn't!
- 'I'll see about that!' said Matthew.
- 'yes, when the time comes...' Peter replied mysteriously.
- 'but now I want to know what's going on in your ass,' Matthew had eaten
up.
- 'Okay, let's go to the bathroom...'
- 'Do you have a torch?'
Peter rummaged through a chest of drawers and conjured up a torch. When
he tried to switch it on, it didn't shine.
- 'oh, damn, the batteries must be dead!'
- do you have any batteries anywhere else?'
They started to search the room for suitable batteries - after a while
they found some in Peter's tape recorder - luckily they were alive.
With some delay they went into the bathroom.
- 'come, pull up your shirt,' Matthew said.
As Peter exposed his belly, it had indeed become much thicker than normal
- he hadn't paid any attention to it.
- 'Oh!' Matthew sounded surprised, 'there really seems to be something
good in there.'
- 'do you believe me now?' Peter asked proudly, 'but now I want to see
your belly as well...'
- There's not so much going on yet,' Matthew sounded a bit disappointed
when he pulled up his shirt. His belly was flat - he hung in a small,
flabby fold over the edge of his trousers downwards as if it was an empty
bag.
- 'yes, it doesn't look that great yet,' Peter also said, 'watch what I
can do...' he suddenly announced and pulled down his trousers.
Matthew stared down at him, 'and? What happens now?' he wanted to know.
Peter's face got a strained expression. He moaned softly - at that moment
he suddenly got a hard-on and a thick stream of juice flowed from his
fat, swollen glans.
- 'Wow! How do you do that?' Matthew shouted.
- 'I can do that with my shit,' said Peter, 'watch out!
He moaned again, his dick twitched and more of the his juice came out of
his urethra. His stomach was bubbling, 'here it comes again,' Peter
announced moaning. Matthew grabbed the twitching tail and a big puddle of
love juice poured into his hand.
Peter moaned, 'don't touch it so hard or I'll shoot off right away!
It bubbled again in his stomach and with a loud rattling he released a
fat fart.
- 'ahh, now is better...' Peter said while his cock turned a little
softer.
Matthew got a hard-on from the sight and said nervously, 'how do you do
that?
- 'I think my turd is so fat that it presses on the prostate,' Peter
replied, 'that makes me horny...'.
- 'let me see what's going on in your ass,' urged Matthew, 'get into
doggy position and show me your ass.
Peter got down on his knees and stretched his rear sight towards Matthew
presenting his pink asshole.
- 'do you see something?' he wanted to know.
- 'it looks as always,' Matthew replied, 'I'm going to feel it...
His hand was still slippery from Peter's juice - he spread the mucus on
the sphincter and slowly pushed his middle finger in.
- 'Aaaah... Peter groaned briefly as Matthew finger slipped through his
tight sphincter. It felt tight and pulsating - there was no shit...
Matthew pushed his finger further in and bumped into Peter's prostate,
which felt hard and thick through the intestinal wall.
- Ohhhh, man...' a thick drop of mucus ran out of Peter's dick again.
Matthew felt further into his friend's rectum, but couldn't find
anything.
- 'hey, there's nothing...' he said irritated.
- Wait a moment,' Peter replied tormented - he moaned softly.
Then Matthew noticed that the asshole pushed back on hin finger. Peter's
bowels widened. Now he could only reach the prostate with his fingertip -
Peter moaned again. Then Matthew noticed Peter's prostate seemed to move
towards his finger. Peter moaned and a fat drop of mucus ran out of his
dick. Once again the postata made the movement - another fat drop of
juice...
- 'Now you should be able to feel something...' Peter moaned.
Matthew pushed his finger over the prostate further into Peter's rectum -
he didn't get far. His finger hit a hard wall. He couldn't really feel
how enormously thick the obstacle was - something really huge had
accumulated in Peter's intestine. Just now it pushed itself firmly
against Matthew finger and Peters groaned again. A thick thread of mucus
was hanging from his erect dick on the floor.
- 'May I have a look inside?' Matthew asked in a very agitated manner.
- 'well, try it...'

As Matthew pulled his finger out, Peter took another fart. It stank quite
badly like his farts always did.
Matthew took the torch with shaky fingers and turned it on - then he put
it in his mouth so that he had both hands free for Peter's hole.
Carefully he pushed both index fingers through the sphincter - it was
quite tight.
- 'can you relax a bit?' he asked Peter mumbling past the torch.
He held his fingers in Peter's anus for a moment - then he noticed that
the muscle actually relaxed. He slowly pushed his two index fingers
through the muscle and waited a moment again. When he felt the tension
release he slowly pulled his fingers apart to open the hole. With a wet
sound it sucked in air - the opening was big enough for Matthew to look
through.
- And, what can you see?' Peter wanted to know,
- 'Wait, I'm not sure yet...
On the inside of Peter's sphincter there was a canal of thick red folds
closed and widened to a cave. Further inside, the cave was filled by a
wall of faeces - it seems as if several dark brown turds had been
compressed into a chunk and filled the entire diameter of the intestine.
The outline was rather blunt and not pointed or round like the last turd
he had seen from Peter.
- 'there's a fat loaf stuck in your bottom,' he mumbled, 'but it hasn't
reached your asshole yet...'
- 'ohhhh, hang on,' Peter moaned.
In the light of the torch Matthew saw that the wall of shit started to
move. It didn't move towards the anal opening but pushed firmly towards
Peter's bladder. The prostate was pressed tightly together by the lump.
Peter whimpered softly, 'here it comes again...'
Peter's stomach bubbled and the turd in his rectum moved hard against his
prostate. Matthew could clearly see that it was flattened at the
beginning and pushed itself firmly into the intestinal wall of Peter's
rectum.
- 'You, your turd won't get the curve,' he said.
- 'Oh, man, this is so hot,' Peter moaned. At that moment the sausage
pressed itself into his prostate - around the loaf the wall of his
intestine began to vibrate and a fat, stinking fart pushed itself past
the turd column into Matthew face. He held his breath - he really wanted
to see what would happen now. As soon as the fart was out, the turd
retreated back into the rectum. It was so enclosed by the mucous membrane
that Matthew could hardly see it anymore...
- 'What's now?' Peter wanted to know.
- 'now it's slid back deep into your bowel,' Matthew said, 'it looks like
you won't have to poop today...' he said disappointed and pulled his
fingers out of Peter's asshole.
- I hope it's soon - I can't stand the horny feeling much longer...'
another stinking fart crept out of his asshole.
- 'how long have you had this?'
- 'it started yesterday - since then it's getting more and more
intense...'
- 'Do you have it all the time?' Matthew wanted to know.
- 'No, it always comes shortly after I've eaten something.
- 'great!' Matthew sounded jealous.
- 'Now I'd like to take a look at your ass too,' Peter sat up.
- 'okay,' Matthew pulled down his trousers, 'I'm curious if you'll find
something there...' and went down on his knees in doggy position in front
of Peter.
He didn't need to stretch his butt - his little ass cheeks had already
spread so much that Peter couldn't get a better view of Matthews broad,
brown pigmented rear sight and his elongated asshole. The way he stuck
his butt up it looked a bit sunken - it formed a hollow whose edge was
probably formed by the pelvic bones.
Peter could have sworn that Matthew hips had become a bit wider since he
had last seen them like this.
- Maybe I should wet it a bit first,' he said and approached the
sphincter with his mouth. The smell of fresh sweat was already making him
nervous - when he licked across the slit where the sphincter was hiding
he became even more restless - a slight, almost imperceptible smell of
shit rose up his nose - the asshole didn't really taste of anything. His
hardon twitched expectantly and brought out horny juice. He caught it
with his hand and spread it on the sphincter. Then he put an index finger
on the slit and pressed lightly. The finger sank almost effortlessly into
the depths - damp warmth surrounded it. He took his other index finger
and put it next to it. Then he pulled the asshole slightly apart.
Hissing, air was sucked into Matthews ass and the hole opened up to the
diameter of a mandarin - a dark, deep cave.
Peter took the torch and shone it in. Since the last time he had looked
into that hole, something had been added. In the wide, red tube several
dark lumps nestled into the mucous membrane. Between them were lying
little balls of shit.
- 'what does it look like?
- 'Looks pretty nice - but I don't think it's going to be any good today
either...' Peter said.
He tried to look deeper into Matthews rectum, which was not easy. It made
a slight upward curve - just like the back. He pulled the opening with
his fingers slightly towards Matthew testicles and ctried to find the
position for a deeper look. Far inside he could just see a thicker chunk.
Just when he had discovered it, Matthew bowel began to contract. The air,
now enriched with the smell of his contents, blew into Matthew face as
the cave closed more and more. Chunk by chunk disappeared into the mucous
skin, then the intestine pushed itself out through the opening. Peter
could not help but lick over it - he was not disappointed. The sweet
taste of Matthew intestinal mucus almost drove him crazy. He sucked on it
for a while and Matthew enjoyed it. Then he said, 'Come on, let me have a
go at your cock.
Peter turned on his back and Matthew squatted on him. While Peter was
still sucking his asshole, Matthew went for the dick that was thickly
covered with horny slime. He had licked it clean quickly -- that
triggered more of the liquis to come out. Meanwhile Peter shoved his
tongue up Matthews asshole and jerked off on Matthew cock with one hand.
He pushed his hole out a little so that Peter had an easier time with the
licking. Peter started to suck on it immediatly as his asshole bulged
outwards. He pushed his tongue as deep as he could to get some more of
the taste of Peter's intestinal mucus.
The attraction to this ass made him hot - he hoped for more horny mucus
from Peter's dick. And continued to suck on the glans while he jerked the
shaft.
Peter's stomach rumbled - he moaned softly as he noticed that pressure
was building up on his bladder again. Pretty hard the shit column pushed
itself on his prostate while it was pressing behind his navel. Matthew
mouth was filled by a storm of precum at the same moment - he realised
that he would soon come - Peter works very effectively with his tongue in
the now relaxed gaping hole.
It wouldn't be long for Peter either. The pressure of his excrement on
his prostate almost killed him - he jerked off faster on Matthew cock and
sucked on his asshole. All at once the pressure on his prostate increased
and his orgasm was unstoppable.
At the same moment he felt something in his stomach pushing past the fat
turd and his rectum was stretched even further - it felt as if it was now
at its widest - then he couldn't hold on any longer and flooded
groaningly Matthews mouth while he sucked himself even harder on his
asshole. That was the eclipse for Matthew - his sphincter tightened
around Peter's tongue as he came and emptied himself onto Peter's stomach
with several thick syringes.
When both had calmed down Peter could get rid of another fat fart.
- 'Was that cool,' moaned Matthew.
- 'I feel much better now,' said Peter, 'the pressure on my bladder is
gone'.
- Well, I'm glad I could help,' Matthew grinned and wiped Peter's sperm
out of the corner of his mouth.
- 'Then we can play a game of dice now...' Peter grinned thievishly.
- 'Oh, yes...

They went back into Peter's room and he looked for two dice from his game
collection, 'I'll roll your period for you now,' he said while shaking
his hand with the dices.
Matthew knew that thigs were getting serious and stared wordlessly at
Peter's hand as it opened and the dices rolled out.
The two watched wordlessly as the dice rolled over the floor and then
stopped: a six and a three - nine days Matthew would still have to stick
to it if Peter had shat today...

- 'I don't know if I'll have to shit tomorrow...' said Peter with a great
smile.
- 'well, we'll see about that,' Matthew was sporty, but wasn't sure about
how many days Peter would have to wait, '...I can't meet with you
tomorrow afternoon,' he said regretfully.
- 'Well, then I'll have to wait until Tuesday,' Peter was confident of
victory.
Neither of them knew for sure if the bill would work out, but they
pretended to each other that they had everything under control. A short
time later Peter's parents came back from their walk and Matthew went
home because it was getting dark already.

Peter was really very sure of himself and had dinner with his parents
without any inhibitions. Afterwards they sat together for a while and
talked. During the conversation, Peter noticed that pressure was building
up again in his bowels and a sticky stain was forming in the front of his
pants. He excused himself to the toilet and ran into his bathroom.
It rumbled in his stomach and suddenly he felt very bloated. The pressure
on his bladder increased and he felt that something pushed past his
navel. The pressure on his prostate was enormous, the juice was running
out of his glans in an uninterrupted stream.
The excrement column was pressing so hard on his bladder that it hurt him
right down to his balls. Now it was no fun anymore! Another wave of
peristalsis pressed his excrement against his bladder - Peter groaned
suppressed, he didn't want his parents to hear anything. There was a
painful jolt at the bottom of his stomach - he almost screamed. Then the
enormous pressure on his prostate changed  to a dull feeling.
It felt like he had something immensely thick sitting in his bottom.
Qutie an intense pressure, but not as bad as before. Normally he would
have tried to poop now - but it still has to stay in his rectum. Besides,
the poop wasn't yet pressing against the sphincter - so, there's no
reason to panic, right?

He stuck a finger up his bottom - he didn't get very far. Right after he
passed the sphincter he hit a hard mass. The turd was so thick that he
couldn't feel his finger over its edge. He only felt its bulging
beginning. Because of its size, it lasted all day to push itself forward
to his asshole. Hopefully it stays there for a while.

Satisfied, he packed his school things for the next day and went to bed
early. He lay awake for a while and listened to his stomach. His
intestine moved his load slightly back and forth - he could clearly feel
the mucous membrane rubbing against the massive load that had accumulated
in his intestine. His stomach was making more noise than usual and little
farts were crawling out of his ass almost all the time - there was
probably no room for big farts left in his ass.

Peter had slept well - when he woke up the next morning and knocked back
his blanket an infernal stench surrounded him - he must have been farting
under his blanket all night. He got up and peed extensively - when he
pinched it, his sphincter rubbed hard over the angular tip of his turd -
a great feeling. It didn't press against his asshole, but he constantly
felt something heavy, thick in his ass - and when he tensed his asshole
there was this rubbing - this feeling excited him - he stood in front of
the toilet and tensed his sphincter several times in a row - immediately
his cock became thicker and a wet shine formed on his glands -
unfortunately he didn't have time to take care of his dick -- school was
waiting.
Of course Matthew asked him about the situation when they met - Peter was
very self-confident, 'I can feel my shit sitting fat in my ass, but it
won't come out for a long time yet...'.

He had some problems to follow the lessons - even though he was
interested in the topic, the newly discovered feeling distracted him
every time he tensed his asshole involuntarily. Also, little farts
crawled out of his asshole almost all the time - they didn't make any
noise, but he was  afraid they would stink. He was lucky - the portions
were apparently so small that they immediately thinned in the air.
In the last hour of school his load of shit began to push itself more
forcefully against his anal opening - now it rubbed against his sphincter
muscle with every body movement he made. What was it that Matthew adviced
he should do in such a situation?

Peter tucked one leg in his crack so that it pressed against his hole and
pushed the sausage deeper into it. This worked well, but the rubbing
sensation increased massively - he got a hard-on and felt a sticky spot
forming in the front of his pants. How unpleasant - especially in maths!
He tried to concentrate on the topic as good as he could, but his prick
stubbornly pressed his precum into his underwear - he managed to move it
so that it pointed to one of his trouser pockets and discreetly stuffed a
few handkerchiefs into it.
- Hopefully that's enough so that no-one sees a wet spot,' he thought and
shifted his weight more towards the underfoot. The pressure in his ass
increased enormously and his dick twitched tightly in his trousers - he
almost moaned.
Until the school bell sounded he pressed as hard as he could against his
sphincter muscle that was now rigidly pushing outwards. It seemed as if
his turd had no will to slide back in. But then several farts crawled
quietly out of his hole and the pressure eased - he could go home without
losing control of his bowels.
In general, he liked the newly gained control. The fact that he could
determine - much more than before - when he takes a dump somehow
fascinated him. He imagined what it would be like if he, like Matthew,
would hold his shit for several weeks. How that would feel and how big
his asshole would become to let it out.

When he arrived at home he changed his pants - they felt pretty sticky
and wet - and went into the bathroom and checked his ass with a make-up
mirror. His asshole seemed a bit bigger than usual - when he pressed it
with his finger from the outside he immediately felt the hard chunk
waiting on the inside. He could feel exactly how wide the tip was
pressing under his anal skin - the piece had to be as thick as a tennis
ball! - He was a bit worried that it would actually fit through his hole
without tearing it apart.

He got through his homework - he didn't really feel like pooping in the
afternoon, but like a sleeping monster the excrement column pressed
against his sphincter muscle. Every now and then it pushed his hole
against the seat of the chair and the pressure increased - but he was
lucky - after a short moment a stink bomb came out of his ass and the
pressure eased.

Peter's mother had cooked his favourite meal for dinner - spaghetti
bolognese. He would have liked to keep a low profile but she was about to
feel insulted if he didn't eat properly. So he tried to satisfy his
mother - and he had to sit properly! With Peter's mother, you can't just
do with your legs what you want...

While he was still eating, he noticed that his pelvic floor was lowering
more and more towards the seat. By the time his mother thought that he
had finally eaten enough, his asshole pressed firmly against the bottom
of his trousers and he had the feeling that it had even opened a little
bit. His stomach felt incredibly full. He would have liked to burp, but
in that situation he would have puked for sure.
How should he get out of this situation now?

Peter waited a moment for the pressure to subside a little and then got
up to stretch - tensing his asshole and squeezing his buttocks as tightly
as he could. With this he actually managed to push his asshole back again
- but the pressure in his stomach increased again! Peter said goodnight
and disappeared to his room. Now he really felt so sick that he might
throw up - but puking out his favourite food? No!
He hated vomiting in general...

He stood in his room with clenched ass cheeks and stretched himself
several times - then he actually succeeded in burping - he tasted
dangerously clear the Bolognese sauce. Maybe waiting will help...

Peter sat down at his desk - to get counter pressure for his asshole he
had sat on a tennis ball. When he was sitting straight it felt quite
managable - he tried to read in his adventure book - but he was so sick
that he couldn't manage it. Again and again his stomach rumbled and the
pressure on his asshole increased - the tennis ball worked well - his
asshole was held by him where it belonged - but the monster in his
stomach seemed to grow and threatened more and more so that it would not
stay where it was. It took him forever to belch and fart enough to make
the nausea subside. But the pressure on his sphincter remained.

To brush his teeth he sat down astride the edge of the tub - then he
managed to take a look into his pants. In spite of the pressure on his
hole he had no skid marks in his trousers - he was relieved...

His alarm clock showed three o'clock in the morning when he suddenly
awoke from the feeling that he would shit in bed. First he had dreamt
that he would shit but then he realised that the feeling was real.
Startled he grabbed his butt. His asshole had actually pushed itself out
- his buttocks were pushed apart. It had already opened a little bit.
When he felt his finger over the edge of the sphincter into the opening
he felt the hard piece of shit stuck in it.

At the moment nothing happened - but it was a strange feeling. He stayed
lying on his stomach for a while. 'Would it help if I pinched?'
He tensed his sphincter and it actually closed - painfully scraping the
muscle over the rough surface of the poop pushing out of his rectum. He
stayed awake for a while and waited - then something in his stomach
relaxed and the poop slowly slid back into his intestine. It had felt
pretty cool - but it was also scary.

He dozed off again. Shortly before his alarm clock rang he woke up again
because his poop load clearly pushed his asshole outside. How should he
go to school with it now?
Carefully he sat up. He put one leg under and pressed his ankle into his
rear sight. In his belly something big was moving very forcefully. He
grabbed his belly and felt a thick bulge underneath his navel.

Peter got up and went into the bathroom - already on the way to the
bathroom he noticed that his turd was working its way back out between
his buttocks. He pinched his asshole as hard as he could, but from inside
he was pushed hard. He had to quickly sit astride the edge of the tub
because he was afraid that his sphincter muscle would lose the fight.
As soon as he sat down and his asshole was pushed back into his crack by
the edge of the tub, the bulge below his navel started formed a bigger
bulge.
- So that's how long my sausage is...' it went through Peter's head -
clearly too long for the morning when he wanted to make it to the
breakfast table and to school with his poop in his stomach. Maybe he will
manage to get the sausage a bit shorter this way: - Peter shifted his
weight as much as possible on his asshole so that it was pressed properly
inwards - this time the curvature below his navel was clearly visible.
Then he put both hands on the bulge and curled up as best he could. He
pressed the bump on his belly as hard as he could towards his asshole.
Now his asshole was pushed really hard against the edge of the tub. The
hard tip of the turd pressed firmly against his sphincter muscle from the
inside, but it couldn't come out. He pressed even harder into his stomach
with his hands and tried to keep this position as long as possible. The
turd in his ass felt damn thick and hard - and all along the way between
his belly button and his asshole something thick and hard was now
pressing, but Peter tried to hold on to this feeling as long as he could.
The bump under his hands slowly sank deeper into his belly while the
hardness in his belly started to feel even thicker. When the posture
became too strenuous for him, he relaxed and straightened up. No sooner
had he taken his hands away from his stomach than the pressure against
his sphincter disappeared. Only the dull feeling of pressure from
something thick remained in his stomach - but that was much easier to
bear.
All of a sudden he noticed that he had to pee terribly - his urine this
morning was dark yellow and smelled more intense than usual. He quickly
brushed his teeth afterwards and threw some water in his face.
At breakfast he was sitting with one leg unter his bottom - his mother
didn't notice. But he wouldn't have needed it either, because after his
manoeuvre in the bathroom nothing wanted to come out of his ass for a
while.

- 'Can I go home with Matthew this afternoon after school?' he asked, 'we
want to learn maths together today...'
- 'that's great that you want to study together for the exams,' his
mother rejoiced, 'go for that - we'll see you at dinner...'

Peter left the house a little earlier to wait for Matthew - he sat down
astride the barrier where Matthew had been sitting when he was about to
shit. As he sat there, he noticed that gas was collecting in his rectum -
he tried to keep to it.
Then Matthew came around the corner, 'well, how are you' he asked
lurking.
In reply Peter made a strained face and squeezed out a big fart. Matthew
immediately smelled on him.
- 'Im close to the end,' said Peter - 'I almost shat in my bed tonight.
- 'And? What have you done?'
- 'I pushed it back - but I don't think it will stay in for long...'
- 'I thought you didn't want to go to the toilet anymore,' Matthew
sounded relieved.
- 'I don't think I can go one more day,' Peter replied and squeezed
another long fart out of its hole - it stank terribly!
- You know that we won't see each other again until school is over,'
Matthew asked, 'our class is going to the museum today, I won't be there
for the break...'.
- 'I'll manage somehow,' Peter was convinced, 'I told my mother that I'll
go with you to your place to study right after school...'.
- 'that's good,' Matthew said happily, 'my mother is not at home today. -
Then I wish you good luck!

Their paths separated and they went to their classes.

This morning Peter had to make an enormous effort to concentrate on his
lessons. With every movement he felt the fat excrement column pressing in
his stomach. Sometimes it moved on its own and pushed itself down a
little - but not that much that he was worried.

During the break he had decided not to eat - but then he was hungry and
ate his sandwiches.
Maybe he shouldn't have done that - when he was sitting in class again he
noticed that now his shit was pushing its way back to his rectum. But it
kept sliding back. The piece rubbed hard over his prostate - Peter
inconspicuously moved his dick - not a moment too soon.
Through the fabric of his trouser pocket he felt the sticky mucus running
out of his penis. Over time, however, his load went deeper and deeper and
he noticed his sphincter muscle pressing against the seat. He sat down,
sometimes with one leg underneath, sometimes with the other, pressing
against the column of excrement pressing from the inside. Now and then
quiet farts pushed themselves out of his hole - but that didn't make the
situation any better.
The shit finally wanted to get out and pushed his asshole unyieldingly
against his ankle. The hard chunk rubbed unpleasantly against the
sphincter muscle from the inside - Peter had the feeling that he was
already getting sore then.

When the bell finally rang after the last hour he stood up carefully,
pressed his butt cheeks firmly together and tightened his sphincter. Like
this he managed to push his shit a little bit further back into the
intestine.
When he walked across the schoolyard to Matthew, who was already waiting
for him at the gate, his asshole was burning.

- 'And????' Matthew wanted to know.
- Let's go home quickly!' was Peter's only answer.
On the way to Matthew home Peter had to sit down twice and wait a moment.
The second time he sat down on a bollard so that the tip of the post was
pressed against his sphincter muscle. That hurt a lot, but he managed to
push the turd a good bit back into his bottom. The urge to poop had
almost disappeared afterwards - if you forget the burning sensation athis
hole.

When he arrived at Matthew house, he immediately asked, 'do we want to go
to the bathroom right away?
- That's funny, nothing wants to get out at the moment,' Peter said.
- Matthew wanted to know, 'maybe you'd like something to eat', 'we have
pudding with cherries in the fridge - there's so much of it that we can
eat together.
- That sounds good - I want to try that,' Peter decided.
The pudding was good Matthew let himself be told about Peter's morning at
school and his experiences at night.
- Well, I'm curious to see what's coming,' he finished Peter's story.
They went into his room - when Peter said, 'maybe we should go to the
bathroom right away...'.
- Yeah?'
- 'I feel something moving in my stomach again - it won't take long.
So they went to the bathroom. Matthew spread an old bath towel on the
floor and they undressed. Peter's belly now bulged forward and there was
a rumbling inside.
- 'Hey, it's almost as thick as mine can get,' Matthew said and stroked
admiringly over the curvature.
- 'There's nine days of food in there now, too,' Peter replied not
without pride.
- Turn around and let me see your asshole,' Matthew asked him.
Peter turned around and put his hands on his knees - his butt was
stretched out towards Matthew. He examined the rear sight.
- 'it stinks a lot,' he said, 'do the doggy position...'
Peter carefully got down on his knees and stretched his ass towards
Matthew. He pulled the butt cheeks a little bit apart and saw a brown
streaks of shit around Peter's asshole.
- 'Your shit had actually been out today...'
- 'if you want it to come out again right now,' Peter said tormented.
At that moment his ass cheeks were squeezed apart and his asshole bulged
out in between - a dark brown ring adorned the bulge that now began to
open in its centre.
Peter moaned softly, 'man, this is fat...'.
From the opening sphincter, thick pink wrinkles pushed out, filling the
hole completely. A fart escaped and formed small bubbles in the cracks
between the hemorrhoids.
- can you see anything yet?' Peter wanted to know
- 'Your asshole bulges out, but I can't see your shit yet.
- 'maybe in a moment...' Peter moaned and his hole pushed out even
further. The hemorrhoids split and a chunk of shit stuck out in between.
- 'Now I can see a little,' Matthew said. Fascinated, he stroked his
fingers over the bulge of Peter's asshole and the knobbly edge of his
sphincter. Inside, a lump of dark brown shit was jammed angularly and
hard. It was mostly covered by the thickly swollen hemorrhoids.

Matthew was seized by an irresistible urge to lick Peter's asshole -
without hesitation he tampered with the volcanic bump that was stuck
between his friend's ass cheeks.
Peter groaned briefly, but then his sphincter muscle relaxed under
Matthew tongue.
Another peristalsis wave pushed the asshole a little further out from the
excrement column in Peter's intestine. Matthew was still able to grasp
the opening with his lips, and now the tip of the turd was pushing out of
the centre of the opening. He briefly took his mouth away, 'it's now as
thick as a cola can,' he noted.
- but it feels much thicker,' Peter moaned
- 'I'm just saying the opening - the poop in your ass is definitely
thicker.'
- I can hardly hold it,' Peter whimpered, 'the sausage just slides out' -
he moaned again and with a jerk Matthew pushed his friend's asshole
towards him. The sphincter muscle was mercilessly squeezed open and
tightened so much that the haemorrhoids were just a thin, pink edge.

- 'that hurts quite a lot...' moaned Peter.
- 'take it easy,' Matthew advised, 'then your asshole can stretch in
peace...'
- 'I'd like to, but it'll come by itself - Ouch!'
With a jerk, Peter's asshole was ripped to the size of a tennis ball.
- That's several sausages baked together,' Matthew said. Fascinated, he
glanced at the different brown lumps that formed the tip of the turd.
- 'it hurts so much,' lamented Peter, 'I can't stop it at all!
- I'll help you,' Matthew pressed his hand against the turd.
- Peter moaned and the pressure against Matthew hand increased. He
pressed against it so hard that the hole could not widen at first.
- 'that was good,' thanked Peter, 'can you do it again?
With another groan, the turd pressed against Matthew palm - he tried hard
so that it couldn't come out.
Suddenly a trembling ran through Peter's body - he moaned tormented,
'it's going to be hard now,' through his trembling lips.
The pressure against Matthew hand increased enormously. Peter moaned over
and over again and could not help but press his sausage firmly out. So
hard that now the hemorrhoids are swelling up again. Matthew pushed as
hard as he could - Peter had really hard shit up his ass.
- 'I can't take it any more!' he moaned, 'let it come out slowly...'
Matthew reduced his pressure and under the moaning of Peter the hole
widened a bit more - then the shit slowly pushed itself over the edge of
the hole in the palm of Matthews hand. Peter continued to press
crampingly and the sausage pushed itself, braked by Matthew, further and
further out of the asshole that was stretched to burst. Its surface was
smooth but you could see that it was formed of four thick turds that had
stuck together in Peter's ass.
- 'Hey, the sausage is not getting thicker - I'll stop braking now...'
Matthew took his hand away and the sausage moved towards him a little
faster. Peter moaned tortured. When it was a good foot out, it suddenly
slipped out of Peter's hole and fell onto Matthews knee.
For a short moment the fleshy crater gaped wide open, then the sphincter
contracted and a thick thread of mucus dripped from Peter dick. Peter's
haemorrhoids were thickly swollen and now formed a dark red, irregular
edge on his maltreated sphincter. Matthew could hardly tear himself away
from the sight, 'wow, that's quite an achievement,' he commented on the
hard chunk resting heavily on his thighs.

- 'that was quite exhausting...' moaned Peter, 'oh, man! There's more to
come!' Without him being able to prevent it, he cramped up and his hole
was squeezed against Matthew, swelling up fat. Thick, wrinkled and dark
red, Peter's sphincter muscle was pressed open by his swelling mucous
membrane.
- 'I can't see anything yet....' Matthew stared spellbound at the
pulsating flesh.
- But I can feel it very clearly,' Peter groaned, 'I can't stop it at
all!
Jerkily his asshole pushed even fatter towards Matthew. A fart rattled
out of his inside and ass slime sprayed into Matthew face.
Peter moaned again - Matthew quickly wiped his eyes clean - he didn't
want to miss anything.
Peter's asshole had pushed itself far out between his ass cheeks. The
thick, red rim and the bulging mucosa crater looked a bit like the funnel
of a trumpet. At the bottom of the crater the mocosa split and something
brown became visible. Peter cramped up again and pressed as hard as he
could - he pissed hard on the bathroom floor as he pressed the turd
sitting deep in his rectum further towards the exit - it pushed the
bulging mucous membrane, pressing the edge of his asshole even fatter.
- 'Here comes another fat part,' Matthew commented.
- 'I think it's even bigger than the first one! Peter cramped up
involuntarily and pressed as hard as he could.
Baked together from thick chunks, the turd pushed Peter's mucous membrane
over the edge of his sphincter muscle as he tremblingly took his force
together again and pushed. Matthew thought it was just as thick as the
first sausage, but it was more irregular in shape and had difficulty
getting through the thick bead of mucus membrane and haemorrhoids that
surrounded it tightly.

- 'I can't get this thing out!' moaned Peter desperately.
- 'come on, you've almost got it out - one more time, it'll come!'
Trembling, Peter pressed what he could. Then the sausage pressed the bead
of his asshole aside and pushed itself out of the hole.
It was bent like a thick, brown banana and its angular chunks rubbed hard
against Peter's prostate - he moaned on and on as each of the chunks that
slid over it pushed a new wave of slime out of his twitching dick. Now
the sausage stood like a fat brown tail in an arc pointing upwards a good
foot from ot of his hole. But it did not want to fall out.
- 'I can't take it any more,' moaned Peter.
- Come on, one last time, then it's definitely out - should I pull on it
a bit?' Matthew asked.
- 'try it, but be careful, okay?'
Peter pressed tiredly moaning - he was trembling all over his body.
Matthew carefully gripped the sausage with both hands and pulled lightly
on it. It was so solid that it did not break apart.
Peter moaned loudly when he noticed that something much fatter than
before was squeezing over his prostate. His hole widened with a jerk from
the diameter of a tennis ball to the size of an orange. Then the end of
the second sausage squeezed out of his asshole - it ended up in a fat
shit ball that had wedged itself tightly with the rest of the sausage.
Matthew caught it with his hands. And saw how Peter's intestines were
pushed towards him, juicy and fat. A thick drop of brown slime squeezed
itself out of its centre with a stinking fart before Peter pulled his
hole together moaning. It filled the space between his ass cheeks with a
bulge.
- 'My God, that was hard!' he lamented.
- 'but I think so too - just look!'
Peter turned around and Matthew handed him the sausage.
- 'That thinbg came out of my ass?' Peter was amazed at the long block
with the fat, spherical end. He felt with his hand over it - the surface
felt irregular and hard - his dick twitched.
- This one and that one,' Matthis said, pointing with his head to his lap
where the first sausage was almost exactly as long and thick as a tennis
ball.
- 'that was all in my stomach?'
- 'yes, I wonder too - I probably wouldn't get so much together in nine
days...'
- 'I've eaten as usual...'
- 'Well, then everything's clear,' Matthew said, 'then I don't want to
know how many days you'll manage if you eat less - and how hard the
sausage will be then...'
- 'that really hurt my asshole - but the pressure was great,' Peter's
cock twitched.
- 'if you want, I'll give you some more pressure...'
- 'Yes, how?'
- 'turn on your back...'
Peter turned carefully on his back - then Matthew put the bigger sausage
on his chest, kneeled between his legs and put his thighs on his
shoulders. Peter's bottom spread out and like two thick lips Peter's
asshole came out of his crack.
Matthew made his hand slide over the bulges - they were hot, slimy and
wet.
- 'that looks totally cool...' he said thoughtlessly and moved his hips
closer to Peter's ass. He took his dick and rubbed his glans over his
asshole lips - slowly he pushed his dick into the crevice.
- 'ohhh, man! Be careful - it still hurts quite a bit!'
Slowly Matthew pushed his cock further and further into Peter's gaping
hole - when he had passed the sphincter his glans was surrounded by the
soft warmth of the mucosa. His cock pressed right down on Peter's
prostate.
Peter's tail twitched, 'oh! That's awesome! - Can you do that again?
Matthew slowly pulled his cock back and pushed it deep into his cock - he
had to control himself to do it slowly.
Peter moaned again and again his tail twitched. Matthew started moving
faster. He had never felt anything like it - his whole cock was irritated
by the pulsating heat in Peter's ass. He felt a huge orgasm building up
inside him -- he pushed faster and harder. Peter had his eyes closed and
moaned almost continuously. With one hand he jerked his cock, with the
other he felt over the turd on his chest. He didn't know which feeling
was more intense - the itching in his cock or the hot heat in his ass -
both feelings merged more and more - his orgasm was not far away either.

Matthew fucked like a rabbit - his whole body reddened and he panted as
he finally pushed hard into Peter's ass five times - his cock flicking
deep into his friend's rectum.
Peter couldn't take it any more - he moaned loudly, his cock twitched
like stupid and his sperm came out of his glans in thick drops, dripping
heavily on his belly. His sphincter tightened around Matthews cock and
milked the last out of him.
Matthew couldn't hold on any longer and sank with his upper body down
onto Peter. They rubbed the sperm between their bellies and the fat turd
got stuck hard on their breasts as Matthew snogged Peter. He hadn't
really thought about what he was doing - it just seemed to be the right
thing to do when you've just fucked your boyfriend.
Peter returned the caresses - it was just great to kiss Matthew.

It took a while before they were able to separate and get up.
They had pressed the second sausage between their bodies so that it had
fallen apart into smaller pieces. They had to break some of them even
smaller so that they could flush it down the toilet. When Matthew also
wanted to flush the first sausage away, Peter said, 'leave it - maybe I
can do something funny with it tomorrow.
They wrapped the chunk in a plastic bag - it could be easily carried on
top of the books in Peter's school bag without being damaged.
Then they removed the other traces of their activities and took a shower.
It was already late and Peter had to go home - the maths learning hadn't
worked out at all for a while - they arranged for a second try the next
afternoon.

When Peter came home, his mother asked him, 'Well, how was learning with
Matthew?
- It was great,' he heard himself say, 'at first it didn't really work
for me, but then everything went like clockwork...'
- 'anot to forget that maths is so difficult for you,' his mother
wondered.
- 'yes, I've done things today that I never could do before.'
- 'You should study together more often.
- 'yes, I think so too - we didn't achieve everything we set out to do
today. Can I study with Matthew again tomorrow?
- 'yes, why don't you bring him to our house, then he can have dinner
with us...'